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Relaxed cruising on a fjord. |
From the coast line to Geiranger is about
100km into the mainland. Going by car is a slow drive along curvy roads, a few
times going up and down around hair-pin bends up to 600m.
We decide to take a ferry from Hellesylt to
Geiranger village to experience breath-taking nature. The ferry leaves up to 8
times a day, mostly used by tourists. No reservation required: first come,
first served. When we arrive about 1 hour before departure, a queue of cars,
tour buses and campers is already waiting. Next to the waiting area are benches
and tables inviting the tourists to picnic until boarding starts. We wait and
see.
The ferry starts from one of the many side
arms of the fjord. After a while a sharp rock wall rises to the left for more
than 200m into the clouds. The boat closely corners the rock and enters a
narrow canal with steep walls either rocky or green with sparse vegetation. We
enter the spectacular part of the Geiranger.
Waterfalls fed by the glaciers on the top
of the mountains fall down the walls. Either single ones, or in groups. The
most famous group is called the Seven Sisters and is part of the UNESCO World
Heritage. Water can be falling vertically a 100m, or in many cascades, often
fading out and producing interesting patterns.
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Hair-pin bends waiting for us. |
Though the rock walls are often steep we
discovered areas where farmers have settled to grow fruits and raise animals
until the 1960s. The farms are now abandoned but they are still maintained and are
used for special events.
After another corner we are facing the village
of Geiranger with two cruise ships in front. Immediately the name Costa Concordia comes to my mind. This
was the cruise ship that was wrecked in 2012 because the captain came too close
to an island. It seems that there are still enough people that like this kind
of thrill. In order to come here the ship has to pass 100km through more or
less narrow canals.
But before I get lost in nightmares the ferry
docks at the peer and disembarkation starts. I am happy that the truck driver
in front of me knows how to start up on a hill without rolling back into Ronda.
We drive out of the ferry and face our next challenge: we have to climb 600m elevation
around a few hair-pin bends.
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Daring captains squeezing into narrow fjords. It looks like Lake Lucerne. |
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